Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
New Order,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.